Mr.? wrote:I lost my father in January to lung cancer. Before he passed away I informed him of my wishes to spread his ashes in three different locations after his passing. These three locations symbolize the holy trinity; The father, son and holly ghost. Three weeks before BM I will drive his car to the grand canyon and spread one third of his ashes there. He and I were suppose to take a road trip to see the Grand Canyon after he got sick, but unfortunately he never recovered well enough to take the trip. Spreading his ashes there will symbolize "The Father". After that trip I will drive to Mt Whitney, the highest peak in North America, and hike 6000 feet to the top and spread another third there, this place will symbolize "The Holly Ghost". The last half of the trip will be to Burning Man where on Sunday night the last remain bit of his ashes will be placed in the temple to symbolize "The Son". He was well aware of my intentions and supported me on my journey to heal my soul of losing him. There will be a wonderful party that night after the burn at our camp. Please come find us at Spontaneous Planning Camp before or after to bask in the brilliance of my fathers life!RIP... Ronald Brust

Mr? my heart feels for your lost as well as all those that have posted here. It reminds me of spreading the remains of my father after he died. though he didn't get cremated, I had asked the mortician (a close family friend long before I was born) to give some locks of his hair of which I had sprinkled in some of his favorite fly fishing spots in Montana and Yellowstone.
A few years later, I took to one of his favorite holes for the first since I left his remains and hooked into the biggest rainbow trout ever. It lept out of the water almost five feet into the air in a flash of colors. It looked over 24" and maybe more then 10 lbs, 8 lbs more then my leader. Knowing how to handle me, it took off for the fast water at the edge of the pool. The only thing I could do was a "River Runs Though It" dunking down though rapids with it. So the fish just snapped the line as if it was a spiders web.

It was a wonderful reconnection with pop. I'm sure you will have one of those experiences as well.

[quote="Monkeypoo"]Gerald H. Graunstadt
4-22-44 to 11-14-57
I thought about my deceased "G-Man" Gerry Graunstadt this past Wednesday, Earth Day, which was also his birthday. I kept it inside all day to myself. I still fucking miss that awesome man. Loved him more than any man ever because he was just so damn good and kind to me. He would have been 65 this year. He was called G-Man for a damn good reason. :P Miss you. Love you. Feel you in my heart all the time.

edited because i am holding baby RJ anf typing at same time. ps: he says goo-goo.[/quote] How do you know Gerry Graunstadt???

Monkeypoo wrote:Gerald H. Graunstadt4-22-44 to 11-14-2000I thought about my deceased "G-Man" Gerry Graunstadt this past Wednesday, Earth Day, which was also his birthday. I kept it inside all day to myself. I still fucking miss that awesome man. Loved him more than any man ever because he was just so damn good and kind to me. He would have been 65 this year. He was called G-Man for a damn good reason. Miss you. Love you. Feel you in my heart all the time.

edited because i am holding baby RJ and typing at same time. ps: he says goo-goo.

Bass guitarist Hugh Hopper has died at the age of 64, it was announced yesterday. The Kent-born musician is best known as the bass player in Soft Machine which he joined in 1968. He remained with them until 1972 but later became an important part of Soft Machine Legacy which has toured the world in recent years.

Before Soft Machine Hopper worked with Daevid Allen and Robert Wyatt in the Daevid Allen Trio before forming the Wilde Flowers joined by his brother Brian, Wyatt, Kevin Ayers and Richard Sinclair. But it was with Wyatt, Allen, Ayers and also Mike Ratledge that he was to make his mark on the history of progressive rock and forward-looking jazz-influenced psychedelic groups of the period and since with his innovative fuzz-bass sound.

After Soft Machine, Hopper worked with a range of groups including the influential Gilgamesh and Isotope and began an association with free jazz saxophonist Elton Dean who joined Soft Machine in 1969. Later important collaborations also included work with the late Pip Pyle, Phil Millerâ€™s In Cahoots and since 2002 with Soft Works which later became Soft Machine Legacy. Hopper had been suffering from leukaemia in recent years. A benefit was held for him at the 100 Club in London last December. A full obituary will follow in the July print edition of Jazzwise. He will be sadly missed.

I understand the feelings behind suicide.
The wanting to go away.
The wanting to go asleep forever.
Some say it's a cop out.
Some say it's a pussy way out.
Unless you've been in the pit, you don't know jack shit.
Put away your judgments.
You don't know shit.
I understand what Shooter did.
I do.
I've been there.
6 times.
Not proud about it.
I cussed the damn gods and friends who found me during those times.
But now I am glad.
I really know now that I didn't wanna die.
I have lots to live for.
People love me.
My daughter Sammi loves me.
Baby RJ adores me and loves me.
Mozy loves me.
Bump loves me.
Sensei loves me.
Gigglesnort loves me.
THE MAN loves me.
Lots of people love me.
I love you right back.

Rest in Peace, all you loved ones.
Rest n Peace, Shooter...........and others.
We miss you.
We love you.
You're in our hearts and souls forever.
How could you not be?
You touched us.
We touched you.
We'll never be the same.
Ever ever.

Bob Bogle forever 75. The lead guitarist for the 1960s surf band The Ventures. Hits include: Walk don't Run, Wipe Out, The Theme from Hawaii Five-0. Music was similar to the Beach Boys and Jan and Dean.

Monkeypoo wrote:Gerald H. Graunstadt4-22-44 to 11-14-57I thought about my deceased "G-Man" Gerry Graunstadt this past Wednesday, Earth Day, which was also his birthday. I kept it inside all day to myself. I still fucking miss that awesome man. Loved him more than any man ever because he was just so damn good and kind to me. He would have been 65 this year. He was called G-Man for a damn good reason. Miss you. Love you. Feel you in my heart all the time.

edited because i am holding baby RJ anf typing at same time. ps: he says goo-goo.

Having lost an awesome person recently as well, I can tell you that it's possible to find someone more awesome.
Don't let go of the hope. The sun also rises.

Thecatman wrote:Bob Bogle forever 75. The lead guitarist for the 1960s surf band The Ventures. Hits include: Walk don't Run, Wipe Out, The Theme from Hawaii Five-0. Music was similar to the Beach Boys and Jan and Dean.

Was not. The Ventures Rocked. Jan and Dean and the Beach Boys was all harmonizing vocals and twee songs. Even the Trashmen did it better.

The Lady with a Lamprey

"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri

Thecatman wrote:Bob Bogle forever 75. The lead guitarist for the 1960s surf band The Ventures. Hits include: Walk don't Run, Wipe Out, The Theme from Hawaii Five-0. Music was similar to the Beach Boys and Jan and Dean.

Was not. The Ventures Rocked. Jan and Dean and the Beach Boys was all harmonizing vocals and twee songs. Even the Trashmen did it better.

Agrees strongly with the fish.

We have an obligation to make space for everyone, we have no obligation to make that space pleasant.

R.i.P. Timber of Mischief Camp, creator of the huge red ant-car in 2007 and the shocking "free internet" and "free porn" kiosques at 7:40 and Esplanade last year. Died by his own hand in April. Missed by hundreds and hundreds.

Teo del Fuego wrote:R.i.P. Timber of Mischief Camp, creator of the huge red ant-car in 2007 and the shocking "free internet" and "free porn" kiosques at 7:40 and Esplanade last year. Died by his own hand in April. Missed by hundreds and hundreds.

Oh crap, not another one. I know these thing are "viral" but I am so ready for this trend to end.

The Lady with a Lamprey

"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri

Sometimes I don't feel all that far behind from Shooter. I understand what he did. I do. Sometimes there's such an incomprehensible dark pit we find ourselves in where there's no longer any light. No one can convince us anymore. Sometimes life just doesn't feel worth it anymore.

When I talked to my wife tonight heard that a very old friend of mine just lost her last brother.

I have known Karen my entire life, LMAO even before we started school.
There are times when being out here really sucks, right now is one of them. I remember when she lost her first brother, we where juniors in high school. Two of the brothers where in a car accident, dam near killed both of them. The one that lived was kiled in a construction acident about 15 yrs later.

Billy was her oldest brother, he went to school with some of my older cousins. Just passed away from cancer.

Fuck Cancer.

My heart, thoughts and prayers go out to Karen and her Mom.
Need to make a few phone calls in the morning to some of my family to let them know.

What a wonderful feline friend you were to me. When I found you ten years ago on that dirt road your eyes were not even open yet. Someone had set you out and left you for dead. I took you home and bottle fed you for what seemed like forever. Every four hours I saw the formula shrink from the bottle and felt your tummy swell in response. You were so small that you fit in my hand with room to spare. I guess Iâ€™m all youâ€™ve ever known.

I watched you grow into a fine cat with a sleek black coat. How many times youâ€™ve sat on top of the monitor and fallen asleep, I canâ€™t remember. You were my eplaya namesake and frequent avatar model. Now youâ€™re just gone. Just like that, I wake up and your gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Salem had been temporarily moved a week or so ago to a room in one of the outbuildings to try and break a bad litter box habit that we had been battling for better than a year. Prior to moving her in, we spent two days patching holes, wiring lights, mounting hinges on the window and screening it, and building a seat for her to watch birds and happenings in the yard. Nothing bigger than a mouse could get in or out. We called it Salemâ€™s Apartment and had hoped that a short stay in another environment all together would break the cycle of bad practices. She loved being over the computer monitor as I worked and when I switched to a laptop, her perch was taken away, so I was making plans for building a stand let her regain her most favorite spot upon her return. Perhaps, I thought yesterday, this was what had been the issue of her protest all along and she just wanted to be close by like she used to be. Soon enough, I hoped, things would be back to normal. Yesterday evening I fed her as usual, sat down in the old cushy chair weâ€™d moved into the new pad and rubbed her head for a while.

Last night something got in. I found her this morning, partially torn open, eyes fixed with fur in her claws that looked like another cat and fur on the floor looked like coyote. I am completely perplexed and have no idea how anything got in. There were no signs of forced entry or exit and the doors and window were still latched. The only thing disturbed was her food bowl and one small board that had fallen over from its place propped in the corner. Save for the tear, her body was intact. I would think that a coyote would have taken her as a source of food and that another cat would have been unable to put such tear into her. Someone suggested a weasel, but I donâ€™t know and ultimately the end result is the same.

I am sick over this. There is a large knot in my stomach and my head hurts from weeping.

Salem, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. And I canâ€™t undo it. I canâ€™t undo it and I feel terrible. This is not how it was supposed to happen. If I hadnâ€™t thought you were safe, Iâ€™d have never put you in there. I know you didnâ€™t like to be away from the house, and now I feel that you died terrified and alone because of me. I donâ€™t know what else I could have done, but stillâ€¦ still I feel that this is my fault.

I miss you so very badly. I cannot express it in words. Iâ€™m just so sorry and hope you can forgive me. I am sick and I am lost.

Try to avoid speculating. It will make it easier for you.
The past is past. All you have is the future.
I don't know how I react when I lose my kitty. Already I lost one to coyotes.
My heart is with you.

I am weeping!!! How sad. I had no idea the story behind the avatar. I look at it now and I weep. I am sorry to hear of your loss and I want to be there with you so bad. I was just about to go online and share my pain of having to kiss my car goodbye today at the car lot. I was there with my title and I kissed my car. Then I came across Salem. I am so sorry. I am a true lover of cats and whenever I hear of a loss of ones' "child" a part of me dies inside. Yes, I am PMSing but aside from that I feel for you and I know in my heart that Salem is still with you and will be with you more now than ever. Thanks for sharing all those beautiful pictures of Salem. I want to see more. I promise I won't cause a short circuit on the keyboard. Now excuse me while I blow my nose.

After Lorgasm blows her nose, she wipes her tears and slowly bows her head.

Wow, really sorry to hear this. I hope you find the animal responsible, and please let us know. I let our cats (beaty and gizmo) out at night and we have coyotes all around and maybe a mountain lion roaming our area.

It isn't your fault. 10 years living with you, a really spoiled cat I would imagine, good life.. I'm sure Salem would say thanks..

Itâ€™s going to take some time for me to come to terms with this. Itâ€™s a major blow and most of my day was spent just sort of in a daze. I think Iâ€™ll build a fire for her tonight to light her way to the other side.

Please do not blame yourself. Salem doesn't. And I truly believe in the Goddess Karma. Especially after one of my childhood buddies, Peter, was mauled by our neighboorhood dog. I had Peter (black and white cat) for years. Got her when I was a kitten and he was a kitten. She was with us when we lived in Staten Island, NJ, Miami, then NM when I was 16. Check this out. In Miami Peter was hit by a car. Our neighboor wanted to take him to the woods and shoot him (Peter, not the car driver) to take him out of his misery. My dad, knowing how much my sis and I loved Peter, took him instead to the vet and demanded they fix him. Peter was brought back, limping, alive, and happy. Several years later (in NM) Peter was found in neighboors fenced yard. The chained dog got to him and bit into him, killing Peter instantly (I hoped instantly). During that time we had another cat, KC, a small black cat (JUST LIKE YOURS!!) Next day KC jumps the fence into the neighboor's yard and starts teasing the big chained dog, causing the dog to chase KC. KC jumps the fence. So did the dog; thus causing the dog to hang himself dying instantly (at least I hoped instantly). The angel kitties will get with Karma and believe me, something will be done about this. You loved Salem. Salem knows this. Just sleep well for Salem is now Your Guardian. Cool story huh. It happened. You can't make crap like this up. Good Night Peter. I miss you. KC? Where ever you are.....I miss you too. Salem, what a treasured one you are. How lucky you were to have someone as loving as LeChatNoir. Peace.

I am so sorry. Loosing a pet which has become a member of the family is always so hard. Every time we loose one, for whatever reason, my wife and I say no more, and a stray always finds us and makes their intension to stay very clear. We now have two dogs and a cat, that sleep together on our bed, and think they are abused when we roll over and wake them up. The cat had been wild and on it's own for over a year, we saw it often but could never get close. Then one day it came in through the dog door and never left.

I hate the thought of loosing any of these, the dogs are getting older and we all know what that means. When they leave us, we will again say no more, and mean in until another set of sad eyes convinces us otherwise.

My thoughts are with you, you are a good person. There is a stray out there keeping an eye on you just waiting for the right time, and while that will not cure the pain, it will give you a new friend to focus on.